The Seed

I’m thinking of writing a book.

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It’s just that. I woke up this morning from a dream, one in which the climax and revelation of the lucid events ended in a singular thought.

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Write a book.

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To tell you the truth, this has been on my mind for some time. It started a good 13 years ago when, as a boy, I contemplated writing a fantasy novel. I sat down one day and started typing. My hands conceived but a single page, a single thread to a larger world of mystical forests, swords, and the age old battle against good and evil. I relished the creative power at my finger tips, but lacked the discipline to carry it through.

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Fast forward a decade. The desire yet remains. I realize two things at this departure in my life. First is that, all great projects start with a single thought. Everything in this world has a conception, a movement from simple to complex. With blank pages and an unsteady beginning, it is difficult to imagine such a thing coming to pass. And that brings me to my next point, is it not but a matter of courage? Is it not but a matter of abandoning the excuses, of realizing that fact that if I never begin it will never be realized.

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All ships set sail with desire—the craving to move and seek out a point of destination. Yes, desire and courage. The rest is up to me. I currently dream of a novel, not to lengthy, set primarily in this beautiful world we call Bahia. I want fiction, to be the master of the movement and not the slave to it, set in a real world and real time. I want to investigate romance, culture, danger, flight, escapism, and the desire to make a new world apart from the next. I want, in essence, to write what I know, yet to create something fresh and germane.

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All beginnings must begin. To set sail, or to stay at port? To put my energy somewhere else, or fling myself headlong into this sea? All adventures start with a single spark. The question is where, and how, and shall I begin.